How, oh how
to paste back
fragments of broken glass
in a lifetime?
realisation
always came too late
pitiful, sad

the fields are now
covered with weeds
overgrown--dead
are the plants and roses
the trees are sickly and barren
once home to many proud song-birds
the stream has ceased
to flow--the sun its light
no longer stays to shed
the landscape is mute
and coal-dark-- desolate
are the hills cloud-hidden
the winds they moan
as they travel alone
down the sombre valley
overlooking a dying sea-bed

the heart is regret--ridden
aching, crying. pleading, bleeding
but there's no resting shade
night turns on its revenge---unforgiving
taking the side of the aggrieved
and those left bereft
by the cruel, heartless and faithless
such they deemed punishment- deserved

the stars look down in contempt-
from affliction and condemnation
the perpetrators they can't escape.